Hey guys! So this is another quick update. I was re-reading my little story preview and realized that none of that shits going to be in order. Next chapter will be bonding time with Uncle Tigger, and the beginnings of a friendship with Tristan Oswald(weird I know lol).

This chapter was a lot of fun for me to write, because I just adore Juice. He's so cute! But please review, and lemme know what ya think:)?Thanks in advance!

Emilia chuckled as she watched Juice stare, with comical focus at the inside mechanisms of his laptop. He glanced up and frowned at her.

"Somethin funny to you kid?" He tried for a moment to look hard, but crumbled and that big goofy grin of his rolled across his face. He went back to his laptop and didn't notice her gazing at him.

She had always liked Juice. He was like a loveable big brother despite all of Tig's griping about him being an idiot. Juice was way smarter than people had him pegged as. She cocked her head as she watched him unscrew a piece of it and carefully set it to the side, the thick muscles pulling under his dark skin. She could see the attraction that others did and even, in a sick way, the similarities between him and Hap. Both dark and muscled, but different in demeanor. Hap the predator, and Juice the techno geek. She sighed, and absently sipped at her water.

She wondered how much eaiser things would be if she averted all her feelings for Hap and laid them on Juice. It could be as easy as it was now, the two sitting on the garage floor talking and laughing.

What the hell was wrong with her?

"Emilia?"

She turned her gaze back to him, and found he was regarding her with the thoughtful look he often got when he was thinking about something. "Can I ask you something?"

She twirled a strand of her long dark hair between her fingers, and nodded. He sucked in a breath and paused

" Why Hap?"

She furrowed her brow for a moment. To be honest she didn't really have an answer for him, or for herself.

"I wish I could tell you Juice. Since I was a little girl it's always been him. I could never imagine being with someone else you know?" He nodded and replied, quite seriously

"Yeah. I feel that way about Bobby."

She snorted with laughter and threw the cap of her water bottle at him watching as it bounced off his cut and rolled across the floor.

"I just don't understand it. Your so young..."

"This is my life Juice. This is what it's destine to be. I was thrust into this club when i was a baby, and had to grow up fast. The MC way. It's the only way I know.

Juice watched as she shook her hair over her shoulders and turned away from him, watching the bright yellow sun fade to a blazing red orange. The light illuminated her features as she satred into the distance. He could see she was thinking, he could practically hear the wheels in her head turning wildly.

If he was being honest with himself he thought the kid was gorgeous, but knew his boundaries and left it as is.

Simply a thought.

But in all the years he'd watched her grow up he knew that same adoration they all had, was different in Hap. The intensity he had in hiz gaze for that little girl scared the hell out of Juice. When she moved, even a fraction of an inch, so did Hap , adjusting to fit her every move in order to sheild her from the tiniest evil that might get by.

But Juice knew what Happy was capable of. Hap the killer, was wrapped around little Emilia Morrows finger and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.

The bikes had started pouring into the parking lot, and the women seemed to appear out of the wood work. Emilia sighed, knowing it was time she left so Juice could join in the fun.

"Well I guess I'd better head home, let you get to the party."

She expected a 'Really? Oh well if you don't mind..."

But instead he glanced over to the clubhouse and shrugged.

"it's cool. I'll catch up later."

"Really, you don't have to babysit me I'm not-What?" She said stopping short because a large grin had spread across Juice's face.

"Babysit? Come'on Em you don't need a babysitter. And I like hanging out once in a while. Besides..." He broke off looking sheepishly back to his laptop

"You slept with some clingly bitch and now she's on your dick right?" She said, grin threatening to break. He smiled wider

"Yeah that's one way of putting it." She laughed and the two remained camped out on the garage floor, laughing and talking all night.

Hap stepped out of the shower and stared at himself in the mirror. He felt old. Ancient even. He had grey scruff peppered across his chin, and deep purple circles adorning his eyes. He huffed and re-entered his dorm, noting the curvacious bottle blonde in his bed. He stood staring at her as she tried and failed to be sexy. But for a brief moment he didn't see blonde hair spread across his pillow, but shiny black hair.

"Get out." He said simply, sliding into bed facing away from her. The bed spring groaned as she got up and flitted about the room collecting her things. He took a shot from the bottle of jack on the night stand and flipped the lamp off, darkness enveloping the room.

Emilia woke the next morning to an unusually quiet house. No bird chirping, no Gemma shuffling around in the kitchen. There was no music playing or the smell of coffee, and cigar smoke wafting up through the open door of her bedroom. SHe frowned. Surely her parents hadn't left already. The glowing red numbers in her alarm clock read 7:45. She threw the covers back and padded downstairs in an oversized t-shirt that had once been Jax's. She was more than suprised to find a rather pissed off tig sitting, arms folded on the sofa. She cracked an evil grin.

" Looks like someone got landed with babysitting duty."

"Shutup and go take a shower. No way am I sittin' in this fuckin house with your ass all day."

She turned on her heel, grin still in place.

This was going to be fun.